Cass didn't know what had overcome him. All he did know was that he wasn't behaving like himself at all and he was rather embarrassed. It was made worse by the fact that he wasn't alone in the room either.
Edgar was there, at his side, tending to him in place of Sam and the others. Cass pulled the large shirt that was covering his decency further down his thighs as he sat on the loveseat in the office, flushed.
"Are you feeling better, Cass?" Edgar asked kindly and Cass nodded, unable to speak. There was a lump of embarrassment in his chest. He just hoped that no one else had heard his outburst, or seen him walking through his chambers like this. The worst he normally did was wear a light shirt and undergarments as he went to his dressing room. He needed to change that. He needed to add a door for access from his bedchambers so that he could avoid further embarrassment.
